Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Not afraid of a few worms,” I murmur against her soft skin, brushing my lips up to her ear. I touch the tip of my tongue to the tiny silver stud earring she has there, reveling in the way she shudders in response.
But just so there aren’t any recriminations tomorrow, I lift my head and pull back slightly to look at her. “We’re both drunk. We both want each other. We both know this shit is complicated. If you think this is truly a bad idea and we shouldn’t, I’ll set you down right now and we walk away.”
Her eyes—those amazing, light blue eyes ringed with gold flecks that never have seemed cold at all—stare at me with such intensity the skin on the back of my neck prickles.
Gracen slides one hand to the side of my neck and tilts her head. “We can say this will be a one-time-only thing. We’re drunk, inhibitions are low, and we need to get this out of our systems.”
“Yeah, sounds good,” I say without giving any further thought to the terrible repercussions. I want her too much to try to be all mature and reasonable right now. “And tomorrow, we’ll just go back to being parents of a fantastic kid.”
“I think it’s a brilliant plan,” she says with a drunken but bright smile that makes me feel strangely giddy for some reason.
Of course, I don’t tell her this is the dumbest plan the two of us have ever concocted, and we used to do some dumb stuff when we were younger.
I don’t say another word, because I’m afraid that one of us will eventually sober up enough to stop this insanity. In fact, I don’t even want to waste time taking her into the bedroom.
Not that she doesn’t deserve a soft mattress and a slow seduction, but I can’t wait. I seriously can’t fucking wait, so I pull away from the wall and carry her right into the dining room. I kick the chair on the end of the table out of the way and set her ass down, hating the loss of her heat against me.
Gracen giggles, but I ignore her. Despite how buzzed I am, my hands work remarkably well pulling her sandals off and divesting her of her shirt and bra. I take the briefest of moments to cup her breasts and Gracen’s head falls back with a soft moan.
Jesus, I’m dying.
I put a hand to the center of her chest and push her back until she’s lying flat on the table. I make even quicker work of her shorts, peeling them down her smooth legs and dropping them to the floor. She’s left wearing nothing more than a pair of pale blue lace panties. The outside lighting around my house filters in through the large bay window behind the dining room table, making her skin glow and her eyes sparkle as she watches me.
Hooking my thumbs in her panties, I pull them down her legs as if I’m in no particular hurry, even though I want to fall inside of her right this very minute.
“You remember prom night?” Gracen asks me with her voice all husky with desire.
I look at her, halting with her underwear around her knees. I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I remember.”
It was her senior prom. I was a sophomore in college. While I wasn’t a fancy dance kind of dude, it was my sincere pleasure to take my girl, who always believed in magic and romance. She’s the type who would want to lie out under the stars and talk about dreams and wishes. She wanted the beautiful dress and the college boyfriend in a tux, and I gave it to her gladly because I loved her.
It was a nice dance and I actually had fun. That night, though, I’d gotten a hotel room and we were a little tipsy from sharing some champagne I’d bought first. When things got hot and heavy between us, which never took long at all, I stripped her naked much like I did tonight. Except I was a little too eager to have at her and I tried to rip her panties off. Like, I tried to shred them, pulling hard, figuring the flimsy material would just split under the attack from my strong hockey hands.
Nope. Couldn’t even get them to stretch past the elastic band.
Gracen had howled at me, rolling over onto her side and curling into a ball she was laughing so hard. She had stopped laughing when I yanked her legs apart, pulled the crotch aside, and shoved my tongue inside of her.
The memory makes me smile. An honest-to-goodness memory of Gracen not marred by any hard feelings I might be harboring.
I slide her panties free of her legs, dropping them to the floor beside her shorts. My palms go to her thighs and I test the softness of her skin by running them up until my thumbs hit her hipbones.